Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

my bond with my child – hoping it can

can’t reach it, because Roger shakes

Roger shouts, his hands still hard on my

is okay but… Dominic” He looks

the clearing behind the

at Roger’s face

how grave his expression

feels like it drains from me. Like I’m frozen, again, in

his gaze, and I see two dark forms laying there,

other in the darkness. One

robes, the other…

off again in an instant, as fast as I can go – but

the baby

feel someone tug at Rafe and my instincts

is with a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared,

mouth

his eyes wide in shock and puts up his

speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to get

me

poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over

within me screaming to hold him

go again…

towards those forms in the darkness has me decided,

child to his godfather. Roger

a word I take off, sprinting towards my fallen

Sinclair

eyes open in the forest and wince as the bright white

I think, covering the top half of

morning?

then I realize,

I don’t remember

sit up, wary,

even in my

Inside at all…

I look all around the bright forest and

crisp

a soft voice says, and I whip my head up to

me. I blink, trying to

got to be she

I ask, my voice low with awe. But she doesn’t

I

her head

in her hands and smiling down into

confused. Think about it – you

“Am I…am I dead?”

slowly shaking her head. “No,

worried about these questions, except Dr. Hank

You’re just really, really

ask, frowning up at her. But she just smiles

lap.